TS LovePosted by Graham Thompson Mon, October 03, 2016 14:07:29
cold held us;
street corner of directions
ran against the startling cold,
face upturned and cradling stars,
heart in the dark nowhere.
time streamed down my bitter cheeks,
forced a turn of mind
the statue of your beauty,
in wrapt attention:
woman of scarves and anticipation
by her bicycle.
so utterly alone you stood,
all directions except my own,
in that moment turned on yours,
the warmth of neck and hair.
on the street we took away,
long as two minds meeting,
felt the words we had no need share,
Were turned on this love's corner.
TS LovePosted by Graham Thompson Mon, December 28, 2015 17:01:10
Let it pass;
Let it pass over you
Like the curtain of night
Drawn by invisible hands.
Let it come;
Let it come to swallow you
Like the lips of the sea
Close over your whiteskin flesh.
Let me assure you:
You are the light in my saucer sky,
The succulent source of my wishbone seas
That ebb towards procreation.
For the tides will leave us landlocked
On the desolate sands,
When the bright dayblood dispels the nightwitching,
And our seashells will lie hollow to the sun.
We know the way so well
Every path, hill and curve
Of this country is like
A mnemonic for bitter love.
As the future
Has run out of fashions
We will make do
With the map of these bodies
And explore them
Remember me when you are old
For age will be the lesson
Of your completion
In things you do not savour now
But will only pause to miss when so long gone
Remember us when you grow old
For we were young in loving then
And perfect in asymmetry
I - old in years
You - rolling in the profits of untramelled youth:
Dancing in limbs and fingers
Singing like a winsome flute or sadder violin.
Remember yourself when you fall old
And care for those things that time
Had no time to spare when you were young
And nurture memories of how it was
When wrinkles and dust did never seep
Into these corners of our lives
And trust was greater
Than any chasm yawning between generations.
Yes - it skewed us
Into opposing halves:
The divided paths that ended here -
Again as lonely spirits on this ledge.
The Night Forest
When the world was green
I was a hunter without gun
But once, just once, I saw
A brown fox looking
Carving her body out of the beckoning trees
And it was my shot
We knew this fox and I
The how and why
And so we at once agreed
But............ I wondered
Who would run and who would kill
The soft brown fur mistook my eyes
Hyena mouthed she smiled
Powder footed she stepped away
And the forest was deep
Without that silent body
It crept up and hit me round the neck
In parting we lose not only the lover
But also a part of ourselves.
When undoing that first embrace
We signal the final move;
Untying the knot of our hands
Permits the final wave.
If you look in the eyes of the woman departing
They will mirror a glance from the grave.
You Tiptoed Away In The Night
Your arms encircled the void
In the still desert
That was my heart
You planted yellow roses
And watered them every day
- so bloodied from blindly
tearing around in my darkened room
bumping against furniture
and walls -
You rubbed so gently
and kissed away the pain
You loosened me from the rack
Of my deceits
and half untruths
Untied me from the table
of my flattened universe
You sat constant
in the sickroom of no hopes
When the doctors
Had given me up
In the void where once your arms encircled
In the desert of yellow roses
In the dark room of torn spaces
On the rack of my unprovoked lies
In the sickroom of my patient madness
There is now no-one
You tiptoed away in the night
Yes I have given you up to the stars
So you can maybe alter mine
Then hopefully your own How Life Begins
Out of the blistering silence
Comes the fire of our words.
So cool the night against our loving ways,
Paths of burning thoughts raised
On black and bitten bodies.
Suns were born and die again
In the days that these monstrous seconds fill.
Like flags, waving through the night
Of sudden caresses:
A track forever traced by fingers
In these singular brains.
Kindred spirits dally one last moment,
Hanging up their bodies like
Overcoats on different hooks
In the stillness of the early morning hall. Over The Sea
Over the sea of love's last looking
No sail comes to deliver you
Over the gales, the ribbed and beating clouds
The hormone night lights the blood´s short fuse
My heart is a bay for your safe anchor
My eye a mirror for those calmer days
I cannot walk the headlands of our forever
Without the tightening of memory's stays